Lightning was renowned for its ferocity and speed.
The violet thunder was no different—so swift it surpassed the eye’s response.
Eugene erupted with astonishing speed, cutting across a hundred meters in a flash, carrying a crack of thunder as he charged at Enya.
A Light Particle formed, flickering ahead.
The violet lightning resembled a swarm of Lightning Jiao Serpents, yet each was torn apart and devoured by the black ring at the edge of the Light Particle.
As it consumed more and more, a corona of violet light formed around the black ring.
As the Light Particle finished charging, its inherent counterattack shot back toward Eugene.
Eugene broke away, pulling to a safe distance and narrowly dodging the blast of Magicka Light.
The violet lightning around him condensed into a giant python.
Changing direction, he attacked Enya once more—only to be blocked yet again by the Light Particle’s defense.
Once, twice, three times, and then a fourth.
A total of ten frenzied bites from the Lightning Python—all repelled by that uncanny Light Particle, kept at a meter’s distance from Enya’s body.
That single meter, Eugene could not advance by even a hair’s breadth.
Leaping into the air, Eugene raised his violet spear, gathering thunder into it.
The armored arm flared with intense light, muscles straining and swelling.
He thrust the spear straight at Enya, who still stood unmoving in place.
In the blink of an eye, the spear infused with immense magicka arrived just one meter from Enya, the Light Particle gleaming ahead and stopping the attack cold.
But Eugene, still airborne, suddenly accelerated—like a bolt of lightning—striking the end of his spear.
He landed atop the shaft, adding a fresh surge of force, hoping to shatter the Light Particle’s defensive limits.
At the same time, several violet bolts Eugene left in the sky struck at Enya from various angles.
He suspected that peculiar defense could only cover one side, and once charged to a certain degree, it would inevitably erupt.
Eugene’s approach was direct—relying on speed and strength, along with the terrifying power of his Violet Lightning combat art.
These abilities had earned the respect of every expert in White Stone City, yet when faced with Enya, they seemed to lose their effectiveness entirely.
A flash of white light; a deafening explosion made the ground quake.
Eugene, spear in hand, landed in the distance, staring into the smoke and dust with a grim expression, bloodshot eyes wide with frustration.
“Why?”
Even as a Sixth Magicka Stage peak, he had always believed himself the equal of any rival.
But standing before this woman, Eugene felt utterly powerless.
Surrounded by ten Light Particles, Enya snapped her fingers.
Instantly, the particles unleashed their power—each a half-meter-thick bolt of magicka, blasting toward the stunned Eugene.
Eugene swept his spear, the deep violet lightning shielding him from the Magicka Lights.
Fire and smoke burst before him, but within a heartbeat, a circular void opened in the haze.
The graceful, gray-haired female scholar stood within, just three meters away.
Around the back of her head revolved a halo of ten Cross Star Light Particles.
Enya lifted her chin slightly, eyes narrowed and lips curled into a bewitching smile.
She gently raised her left hand, pale forefinger vertical, the fingertip less than ten centimeters from her rosy lips.
Behind her, the Cross Star Halo gradually dimmed.
At the tip of her wine-red nail, a single black seed was born, no larger than a bean.
Fine gray-white threads flickered at its edge, as if binding this ultimate darkness.
The terror within that tiny speck made Eugene, staring at it, feel as if he were glimpsing into a bleak, lightless abyss.
Enya smiled faintly, speaking words that sent a chill through Eugene’s very soul.
“Do you understand? You and I… exist on different planes.”
Whoosh~
She blew softly at the black seed, as if extinguishing a candle.
Eugene’s heart screamed alarm.
He tried to rely on his lightning-fast speed to dodge this eerie, all-pervading magic.
But suddenly, Eugene realized he seemed locked in place.
No, it was as if time had slowed, while his consciousness raced a hundredfold.
Even though he intended to evade, his body simply couldn’t keep up.
All he could do was watch as Enya blew away the white threads binding the pitch-black pupil.
As he gazed into the black pupil, Eugene felt something terrifying glance at him, and then it was as if a thousand hands tried to rip his soul from his body.
Within that single glance, Eugene’s mind plunged into eternal darkness.
The black pupil at Enya’s fingertip transformed into a thin black line, piercing Eugene’s chest and stretching for hundreds of meters.
No earth-shattering roar, no dazzling light—only an old street, vanishing from sight in a single instant before the eyes of those present.
High-Tier Magic: A Glance of the Void Eye.
For others, magicka stage was the symbol of their strength. For Enya, it only limited her use of extraordinary power.
Within her, that Fifth Magicka Stage Spell Core could only barely support a single weakened use of High-Tier Magic.
Even a single glance of the Void Eye came at great cost.
This was mainly due to Enya’s lack of proficiency.
If Pandrake were in control, things wouldn’t have turned out like this.
Another reason—Enya was a bit too theatrical; she never intended to kill.
What mattered was the spectacle!
Lowering her gaze, Enya looked at the kneeling Eugene, slowly lowering her left hand.
She had not killed the Underground Tyrant.
Nor did she harm any innocents.
She had merely carved a kilometer-long canal along the wide carriageway—but this didn’t mean Enya was being soft-hearted.
Hmph, maybe they’ll even thank me!
But the real, most important reason was…
If Eugene died like this, after spending so much on dragon bone and temperate flowers, who would replenish her missing nutrients?
Enya looked coldly at Eugene and flicked her hand.
The muscular man kneeling before her had three diagonal slashes appear across his chest, fresh blood spurting forth just as the rain began to fall.
Raindrops did not touch Enya, but fell solidly upon the Underground Tyrant, spreading the blood on the ground.
That strike completely extinguished the last spark of resistance in Eugene’s heart.
He opened his mouth, wide eyes trembling, and spoke.
“I… lost…”
Hands pressed against the ground, he let the rain soak him.
A broad smile stretched across Enya’s lips.
“Hmph, I’m a kind person, so I’ll just take a hundred thousand from you.”
Muscles twitched irregularly across Eugene’s face, his expression unsightly.
Enya turned, about to leave, then paused. Tilting her head slightly, she said calmly to the kneeling Eugene behind her, “No need to rush. When you’ve gathered the money, just give it to Sharon. She’ll make sure it gets to me. See how kind I am?”
“Th-thank… thank you…”
Eugene pressed his head to the ground.
Ha, I knew it—they’re still grateful!
Enya, in an excellent mood, skipped over to the others nearby. Sophia had only just landed.
Sophia, Nina, and Wendy were all waiting for Enya. They’d watched the whole scene from the closest vantage point.
Enya’s performance had left their jaws hanging.
Nina narrowed her eyes at Enya.
“Hey, Dragon, are you really just Fifth Stage?”
“Nina!” Sophia knocked Nina on the head and glared, then addressed Enya even more respectfully than before.
But beyond respect, there was a hint of admiration.
The elven young lady’s eyes sparkled at Enya, though the veil concealed the sight from everyone else.
Sophia stepped forward to support Enya, her voice sweet. “Senior, are you tired?” “Uh, not at all.”
Enya pursed her lips.
She still preferred the old Sophia, who didn’t know her true strength—before all this “senior” stuff, when they’d simply been friends.
Out of the corner of her eye, all she could see was devastation. Rain washed over ruined houses; clearly not a place to linger.
So Enya led the three elves away from the scene for now.
The distant onlookers had also watched everything. Eugene’s helplessness before Enya, and Enya’s instant defeat of him.
Especially that final move—a kilometer-long trench instantly gouged from the street. What kind of terrifying magic was that?
Inevitably, speculation began about the gray-haired lady’s origins and her true identity.
The answer: she was an out-of-towner who’d entered the city within the last couple days.
An out-of-towner? That meant someone from the Empire!
And so, it became another occasion to marvel at the terrifying power of the West Wind Empire.
In the Northland States, whenever something bad happened, it was always the West Wind Empire’s doing—this had become something of a trend.
Roland’s eyes were wide. At first, seeing Eugene’s thunderous onslaught, he’d expected a fierce battle.
He thought Eugene might lose, but never so quickly or decisively!
Roland recalled the gentle, reserved image of the gray-haired lady, her modest magicka aura at Fifth Stage, and the woman who had just annihilated Eugene—it was hard to believe they were the same person.
“Could it be… they’ve come to cause trouble for the Lord of Mist Church?”
Soren, witnessing Enya’s staggering might, suddenly understood her real purpose for coming here.
But why reveal herself so openly?
She could have slipped quietly into the city and taken care of business without drawing attention—why step into the light?
Elsewhere, Madam Margaret’s cheeks were flushed.
She was still dazed by that last strike—never imagining the girl she’d taken a liking to could pack such a punch!
She was a bit… overwhelmed.
Her maid, on the other hand, was pale-faced.
If she’d shown any disrespect to that lady earlier, would she have been killed on the spot?
She’d always thought Sophia was the most deeply hidden—what with the veil and the hood—but it turned out the gray-haired lady was the true mystery, her power beyond comprehension.
What a devious disguise!
Sharon had just sat down before her mirror to touch up her makeup, when a terrifying presence flashed past.
Immediately, Eugene’s aura plummeted.
She jolted upright in her chair.
It’s over already?
After standing there a moment, Sharon sat back down, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.
She realized she’d underestimated Enya after all.